You know what really bothers me? Is when someone can make assumptions about me and be so wrong. According to my Dad I have no ambitions and no plans for my life. I suck and I’m more than happy to be living with my parents, so his job as my father is to making me very uncomfortable because then I will be motivated to do something with my life. The sad thing is that’s not what bothers me, what bothers me is one he thinks I’m that lame, two he has never in my life asked me what I want to do with my life. How can you make assumptions about a person who you don’t know a damn thing about? Better yet how could have given life to someone, lived with them for 21 out of their 23 years of their life and not know them? But what’s really important how could I not know that I wasn’t that lame? I swear you learn something new everyday, so for those of you planning on being a parent someday. Your job as a parent is to be a total jackass, then your kids will grow up and want to do something with their life. Yeah, logic from a Baptist minister for you.
As you can see, I’m not taking what he said to heart, because one he didn’t say it to my face. And most importantly I know I’m not that lame and I know I have plans and right now I’m experiencing a major set back. Because five years ago a voice told a certain all knowing Baptist minister to quit a well paying job without any kinds of savings or backup plan a live off his wife who at the time had to go and find work, because she had been on disability for two years after being diagnosed with degenerate disc disease. Since that time I’ve given more than half my paycheck to my mom and all my savings that was earmarked to my future so I wouldn’t be where I am today. But then again I’m lame so that doesn’t count, in truth I planned this all out but I don’t make plans cause I’m lame.
In other news, I did do the bag for my mom, but it’s way to small for what it was meant for. So now I have to go and get some more fabric and make a bigger bag. She loved the way the first one came out and wants to carry it for personal reasons.Here’s some pics:
After I finished it my mom and I went to Walmart and I tested it out, it’s big enough for me and all my junk I cram into a purse and it held up. We then came home and my dad gave that little speech to my mom. I was kind of pissed because well I’m sure you can guess so I did what I always do when I’m pissed I organized. While we at Walmart I picked up some things for my growing sewing habit.
First a fabric container, yes it’s pink.
Before I had my fabric in piles on the counter:
But now they have a home!
Also got a container for my scraps:
A container to hold my tool things
But the coolest thing is the container for my buttons, I don’t have a empty shot but here’s some with it full:
I separated them in the ROY G BIV fashion and the neutrals in the back. Worked out pretty well. After all that I was mighty hungry so I fixed some pb&j tacos and was quite happy once again. I took pics of that too!
Just incase you can’t tell…I finally got some batteries for my camera!
Bianco Jade